I shy away from impossibilities And disbelieve any sunlight in black eyes But I shouldn't be so sure Should not rest with second sight I feel the night touch my heart A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art Burns through a gate at which appears my maker So cold alight my father's eyes Distorted visions may have left me unchanged While truth and clarity could lead me astray But I've witnessed too much pain Without choosing, without pride I feel the night touch my heart A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art Burns through a gate at which appears my maker So cold alight my father's eyes A sigh, feeling's gone Rage subsides, I lost my head Don't try, don't say it Shake this moment off your weary mind A sigh beyond this world Silence greets me now All my fears aside If soil and tree Would not answer me Now the mighty heavens will